Hearing the word "go home", Chi Nu's eyes suddenly turned red.
He has been in Xisha for ten years. In the past ten years, he has suffered too much and almost lost his life several times. His dignity has been trampled under his feet. Anyone can yell at him, and beating, scolding and humiliation are even more common.
He endured it so long that he could go home one day.
Now, his wish is finally fulfilled!
Chi Nu didn't want the young master to see his weakness. He wiped his eyes, bowed to the young master, and turned out of the bedroom.
He made a small blackboard for himself according to the young master's instructions. The white plaster could not be found for the time being, so he had to use limestone instead.
Chinu hung the blackboard at his waist and stuffed the limestone into his pocket.
After that, he went to the well to draw a bucket of water.
When he bent down to wash his hands, he saw his reflection.
On his face, there was a thick tattoo, which was written in Xisha. In translation, it was the person's name, who was born in what year, and who was the master.
As long as any Xisha man sees the tattoo on his face, he can immediately know whose slave he is.
This means that no matter where he fled, he could not get rid of his slave status.
Chi Nu walked into the stove without expression, took a piece of red charcoal from the stove, and stuck it to his face——
Zilala.
A smell of roasted skin and meat filled the air.
Chinu didn't throw away the charcoal until all the tattoos on his face were burned.
At this time, he was sweating, and his lips were shaking because of severe pain.
He raised his hand and wiped his face. The pain made him an inspiration again.
He looked down and saw black charcoal ash and red blood on his hands.
Chi Nu bent down, took out a handful of plant ash from the stove and put it on his face to stop bleeding.
He stumbled back to the well and looked at his reflection in the bucket. His face was covered with plant ash, and there were no more tattoos.
Chinu is satisfied.
From now on, he is no longer a red slave. He has changed back to the old eight of his family.
……
At noon, old eight walked into the bedroom with a steaming lunch.
Gu Fei was now closing his eyes. When he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and couldn't help but give a meal when his eyes touched the black cloth towel on Lao BA's face.
At this time, most of Lao BA's face was covered with black cloth towels, revealing only a pair of blue eyes.
Chinu put the food on the table, took out the limestone and wrote on the small blackboard.
"Young master, are you eating in bed? Or get out of bed and eat? "
Without answering, Gu Fei asked, "what's the matter with your face?"
Old eight bowed his head and didn't answer.
Gu Fei emphasized: "speak!"
Old eight knelt down and kowtowed heavily, which means pleading guilty.
Gu Fei frowned: "you won't pay attention to what I ask you now. Don't you pay attention to me? If so, go away and don't appear in front of me again. "
Old eight was shocked and dared not hide any more. He quickly pulled off the black cloth towel on his face.
Gu Fei saw the burn on Lao BA's face.
Even though a lot of plant ash has been pasted, the blood is still seeping out. The blood and plant ash are mixed together, black and red, like a sore, which is terrible.
Old eight was still kneeling on the ground. He bowed his head like a child who had done something wrong.
Gu Fei had guessed in his heart, but he still asked, "how did the injury on your face come from?"
Old eight wrote a line on the small blackboard.
"I made it myself. I want to wash off the tattoo. I don't want to be a slave."
He is a man who cares about his family. He can't have slaves. He can't discredit his family.
Gu Fei was silent for a long time and finally only spit out two words.
"Stupid."
Old eight kowtowed again.
Gu Fei said, "you go to the wounded barracks and ask Wei to treat your wound."
It's certainly not enough to stop bleeding by relying on plant ash alone. It's safer to let professional people deal with this kind of thing.
Old eight kowtowed again, this time to express his thanks.
He set a low table on the bed, put the food on it, then wrapped it in a black cloth towel and went out.
Jiang Weiwei is also having lunch now.
She was quite surprised to see old eight coming.
"Why are you here at this time?"
Old eight took off the black cloth towel on his face and exposed the wound on his face.
Not only Jiang Weiwei, but everyone present was stunned. All the people who were still eating stopped and looked at Lao BA in amazement.
Jiang Wei saw that Lao BA's face was scalded at a glance. She quickly asked, "how was your face scalded? Isn't it a fire at home? "
Eight is writing on the small blackboard.
"I accidentally burned it myself."
Jiang Wei didn't believe what he said. Old eight was not a three-year-old child. How could he burn his face casually.
She looked at his face and found that all the eye-catching tattoos had disappeared.
She had a vague guess in her heart, but considering the other party's self-esteem, she didn't ask more and said, "come with me."
Old eight silently followed Jiang Weiwei to the side and sat down.
Jiang Wei first tried to clean the ashes of his face with water, and wet the Baijiu with wet cotton. He thoroughly disinfect the wound, evenly smeared with a spirit, and then gauze his face to get entangled, exposing his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
She put the small jar with a touch of spirit in front of Lao Ba and told him, "here's the medicine. Apply it every morning and evening. Remember, before the wound heals, don't let the wound get wet and eat lightly."
Old eight nodded to remember.
While washing her hands, Jiang Weiwei comforted: "I have a scar removing ointment, which works very well. I have been burned before, and the injury is much more serious than you are now. Isn't it good now, not even a scar left? I'll give you that ointment later. If you insist on using it every day, the scar on your face will fade slowly. "
Old eight was very happy when he heard the speech.
He deliberately scalded himself in order to remove the tattoo. That doesn't mean he wants to be an ugly man with scars on his face.
Jiang Weiwei's words were a surprise to him. He hurried to write on the small blackboard.
"Thank you, madam!"
At this time, ah Tao came up and asked curiously, "are you from Xisha?"
In fact, this question is not only what ah Tao wants to ask, but also what others want to ask.
Now the southern Chu and Xisha are at war, and the relationship between the two countries is very tense. Lao BA's blue eyes are obviously the characteristics of Xisha people, so we have to doubt his identity and origin.
Old eight wrote a line on the small blackboard.
"My mother is from Xisha and my father is from southern Chu."
Jiang Wei suddenly said, "so you're a hybrid."
A Tao didn't understand: "mixed race?"
"Is the child born by the combination of two people of different races."
Tao got it.
Old eight chewed the word "mixed race" in his heart.
So he's called a hybrid.
He thought it would be better if he knew Mrs. Shao earlier, so that when others called him a little bastard, he could confidently tell everyone——
He's not a bastard, he's a hybrid!
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